Feb 28, 2016
Leah is fire, a burning ember- amber and red and sparking gold. She’s tumbling through adventures, scraped knees and ripped up jeans. She’s breathing in silence, slow motion turns, a steady pulse. She’s sarcasm, dry humour that sends you crying with laughter- the embodiment of shameless hilarity. She’s lying awake in the dark and waiting, hoping for something that feels just out of reach. She’s quiet days spent at home, enjoying the space, the time, the familiarity. She’s an imagination set free, endless dreaming, constant whirring thought. She’s realising that noting can hurt you more than yourself.
@jacklesandthemoose
